Emily Calcot Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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Presentment of Mrs. Margaret Calcott als Quayle, 8 November , for slandering the dead mother of Mr. James Banks.

After that, I finally get my coffee. It’s decent, but the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But hey, I’m trying to keep it cool. I mean, it’s just coffee, right? But then I realize I’ve got a meeting at the Calcot Community Centre in 30 minutes. Panic mode activated!

Calcot Collection sells Barnsley House to Timothy Oulton